Where sunflower children encircle a swingset, tippy toes point towards the deepest of blue skies. And laughter falls through the air like frolicking leopards, all spotted and sporadic, full of stomach and throat. In this field at the edge of the rolling woods, where sunflower…

the once great captain surveyed the remains of her crew. ruffians, all of them, but loyal. evening sunlight cast odd shadows as they worked to maintain the Galya’s course to the end of the world six months of frustration, the death of four crew members,…

The cosmic falls, this distance beyond gravitational bounds Where plunging waters dissipate into astral mists In the belly of some ancient god, the stars, illustrious, countless, cast upon the immaterial universe, like the scattering remnants of a tremendous explosion. I am lost, searching for direction,…

There is a feeling he longs to feel again And so he bleeds every new experience for every drop of emotion it can arouse in him Takes the glass to the table, time and time again. Holds friends like hostages until they begin to bore…

Not My Door Ceremony Brings us together Tears us apart Hopes, dreams, connection Other Ultimately Unknown Be your best Facade of self Projection of your hopes and fears I set down my pack You place boulders inside This is not my door   (Prompt: Write…

Bound to you in living unison, In name, in heart, in body, in mind. Companions in a daunting landscape Where uncertainty threatens at each weakening seam. Returning to the bond that defined us, that strange magnetism aroused by the converging of our rivers. We are…

About us draped the past   Please understand that we have always Had the past wrapped around us, Echoing the moments that we lived…   We wore it proudly because it made us Into the people that we were, Folding us like origami into individual…

Forty Four (Inspired by and to the tune of Barrett’s Pivateers by Stan Rogers  url) How I wish I was in Halifax now I’ve taken forty four turns around the sun Yet, I’m not sure what I have truly done The spark has gone, there’s…

“Give each project at least one line. You should open the poem with the first project, and close it with the last, but otherwise use the projects in whatever order you like. Do all twenty. Let different ones be in different voices. Don’t take things…

The sad ladder I climb, quietly visible on glinting walls, a vast canvased possibility, the unstained imagination. How alluring the mystery before words, the images birthed in the fires of my soul. How to paint them with the smudges of calloused fingers. To bring color…